I’m not even going to give this day much thought. Because it’s lame. LAME. I won’t even mention it by name, except for in the photo, of course, because I don’t want to give Hallmark the satisfaction. Like they care.
This day, for years, was a source of extreme depression, frustration, loneliness and sadness. So fuck you, stupid day.
Last year on this day, I wrote about building an effigy of cupid and hating on all those who’ve wronged me. The year before that, I wrote about being a bitter girl and found some funny cards.
So go do what you guys do on this day. I’ll be outside doing spitwads at people carrying around chocolates and flowers and all that gooblygook.
I wish this day was fucking over already.